Читать книгу The Life of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. - James Boswell - Страница 18

Those blessings, friend, a deity bestow’d,

For I shall never think him less than God;

Oft on his altar shall my firstlings lie,

Their blood the consecrated stones shall dye:

He gave my flocks to graze the flowery meads,

And me to tune at ease th’ unequal reeds.